I don't know what to expect. At my words Seth goes silent. It makes my heart race. I look over at him to ensure that he is still breathing and he is, albeit shallowly. Nervously, digging my nails into my palms, I stare up at the ceiling. It is like laying next to a bomb that is ready to explode at any moment. He breathes in air but exhales gunpowder.
"So what whole...burlesque show had nothing to do with me at all?" he asks finally. The words grind out of his mouth like nails against a chalkboard. "You were seducing me in favor of the man who tried to kill you? Am I understanding this correctly?"
"I..." I rummage through the drawers in my head, trying to find a less incriminating way to say exactly what Seth just said, but the drawers are empty. "I can't live with the fact that his bloo
